Outside our small safe place flies Mystery... A snake beneath the forest floor, a whisper: Melusine

Literally.  Walking through the fog today was like walking through a cloud.  I was lucky enough to miss the rain that is now falling in big, greedy droplets.  Whenever I see fog like this, my imagination goes wild.  Sometimes to pass through a ground cloud I feel I should be passing into another world.  I mean, logically, scientifically I know what causes the fog, but I still have enough imagination to let my dreams suspend reality long enough so I can escape the dullness of the day's work.

The rain has turned back to a mist.  Makes me wish I was lost in a forest somewhere about to be rescued by a sparkly, velvety vampire lover...